#alexei x reader

[etherealily]

alexei vronsky being eaten alive by love while crying ...

sad pretty eyes...

i beg...

Oh, hell yes.

Such Atrocities.

I hope you like it and that I have been able to accurately portray being eaten alive by love!

💗🫵💗🫵

-V

[nonscathingbullets]

Помогу тебе справиться

(Help you through)

Alexei x Fem!Hopper!Reader

⚠️Warning: Death of a major character.⚠️

(Apologies for any errors! All Russian is from Google translate.)

Anon request!

You came to on the floor in a small console room, unsure of where you were.

As you leaned up and placed a hand on your throbbing head, you saw Joyce clad in a Russian military uniform in front of a big glass room housing a giant metal machine.

Oh, right.

You remembered, looking down at your own duds Murray made you wear so you could sneak passed the Russians and get to the machine they were using to open a another gate.

"Uugh," you groaned. "Fucking soldier packed a punch."

"Stop! Stay where you are!" Joyce commanded at you as she tied some cloth from her uniform to a key on one side of the console, while she held the other firmly.

"Joyce..." you stood up and began making your way over to the glass barrier between you two and the machine. "Where's Hopper? What's going on?" You questioned warily.

"Please. Please don't look," she pleaded as tears welled up in her eyes.

Why would she be crying?

You peeked through the glass, seeing your brother's bloody face as he looks back up at the two of you.

Then it hit you. You became all too sober of what was unfolding before you. All of you.

"No!!! Joyce no!! Get him out of there!" You screamed as you began beating on the glass. "Jim! Please Jim!!"

He simply smiled at the both of you before giving a final, solemn nod.

Joyce nodded back and turned both keys.

The silence was defining for a beat, and then the machine caught fire and began ripping itself apart.

Spotting Murray make his way into veiw, Joyce shoved you towards him.

"Take her to Alexei and get them both out of here, then meet we'll find the kids."

Murray dragged your screaming, flailing body to the back exit where Alexei was waiting near the car.

Alexei appeared confused at you hysterical state, but quickly took you from Murray, who gently pushed you into his arms.

"Немедленно уведите её отсюда!"(Get her out of here now!) He ordered.

Alexei wrapped his arms around you as you sobbed uncontrollably into his chest.

He looked back at Murray, still unclear as to what was happening.

"Хорошо, но что же происходит?"(Okay, but what is happening?) Alexei asked, trying to get a better grasp on the situation.

"Jesus Christ! Я думал, ты умная! Просто уходи!"(I thought you were smart! Just go!)

Alexei wasted no more time, gently helping you into the passenger seat and buckling you up before hopping in and tearing off down the road.

He drove aimlessly, stealing glances at your tear stricken face.

You weren't your usual chipper self that he came to adore over the past couple of days.

That's when it clicked.

It had to be Hopper. He must not have survived the explosion. That would definitely explain your previous and current behavior.

He inhaled deeply and let his breath out slowly, placing a tender hand on your leg and stroking his thumb over it gently in an attempt to comfort you.

You didn't move. Didn't even look up.

Your tears had finally vanished and now you were sitting under a still cloak of silence.

Alexei pulled over on a quiet backroad and cut the engine before sitting in the backseat of the car, bringing you with him.

"Uhm..." you trailed off, confused about what he was doing.

"Мне очень жаль Hopper,"(I'm sorry about Hopper) he murmured, holding onto your hands.

You didn't really know how to speak Russian, but you did understand your brother's name.

Was he trying to express condolences?

That was the only thing that could've made sense given the context.

"Oh. It's alright, Alexei. You couldn't have known..." You trailed off, looking out into the trees you were parked beside.

"Эй, посмотри на меня,"(Hey, look at me) he spoke softly, moving your face back around with his hand so that you were looking him in the eyes. "Идите сюда."(Come here.)

You tilted your head, not understanding. That was, until he pulled you into his arms snuggly.

You let out sigh as if releasing this huge weight you had been carrying and layed your head against his collarbone, enjoying the warmth enveloping you.

Then, out of nowhere, another sob tore through you.

Alexei rubbed your back soothingly as he sang something unfamiliar in Russian.

It was oddly calming to you.

You weren't sure how much time had passed, but soon you found yourself with your back pressed against Alexei's chest as he held out a paper with a bunch of sketches and what appeared to be formulas scribbled all over it.

"Man, first Russian, now Mathematics? Where does it end?" You whined.

He chuckled softly at your reaction before shaking his head.

"Нет, нет. Это не математика."(No, no. It's not math.)

He flipped the paper over to the blank side and took a pencil, drawing a quick little picture of a burger with a smiley face on it before handing it to you.

"Твоя очередь."(Your turn.)

You giggled, taking the pencil and drawing a picture of a 7/11 slurpee with a terrified look on its face making Alexei laugh.

This went on for a while with the two of you taking turns seeing if you could each draw something that woukd make the other person laugh.

Before you knew it, you were falling asleep on Alexei's shoulder.

He took a small blanket that was sitting in the floorboard and draped it over you, wrapping his arms around you protectively.

"Не волнуйся, дорогая. Я никуда не уйду. Я буду рядом и помогу тебе справиться со всем этим,"(Don't be worried sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere. I will be here to help you through it) he whispered as he placed a small kiss on the top of your head.

[nonscathingbullets]

hi!

may I suggest an alexei (stranger things) x reader where he helps her with hopper's death in the end of season 3, even if she doesn't fully understand him? you write him so well <3

Absolutely!! Thank you so much for your kind words!

Any excuse to write for our adorable slurpee loving Russian makes me so happy 😊

I will get to work on it ASAP!

Please keep a lookout for it on my blog!

[apomekhanes]

Hello beautiful!

Can I request Alexei x reader where reader overhears Alexei masturbating??

Thanks bye

NSFW, gender neutral reader, service top Alexei. masturbation and some heavy petting and grinding ahead!! cw: mentions of grief, depression, and alcohol addiction/Thunderbolts-typical mental health talk.

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So picture this. You're the Avengers' newest intern, working social media and PR while they go about their superheroics in the city and beyond. You're... not really intern material, but with the economy how it is, government employment and benefits seemed like a safe place in the interim.

So here you are, with your hurriedly-purchased work wear wardrobe, plus the one thing that could never leave your hands: the newest iPhone assigned to you by your government handler to document the Avengers for TikTok, Instagram, and (ugh) X.com. (That was Valentina's call, to keep the team account.) And all of this hopefully to inspire more youth engagement with the Avengers. And higher approval ratings. Valentina was all about the approval ratings.

It's been five months since your gig started, and truth be told, you've had worse jobs. The hours are unusual and the pay is only marginally above minimum wage, but the team is friendly enough, and even though most of them really need to brush up on their media training, it's not hard to make their socials fun and entertaining. They're entertaining, the banter, the sibling vibes, the jokes that pile up. They've had several audios go viral on TikTok already. Yelena is everyone's favorite ace rep. And every post of any Avenger with a cute animal instantly racks up the views, so Cucumber the guinea pig and Fanny the dog make frequent appearances.

If you had to imagine where life would take you, it certainly wouldn't be lounging in Avengers tower, drinking a LaCroix from the shared fridge (they insisted you treat it like your own, even though you're a newbie and far from an Avenger,) scrolling Instagram reels tagged #Avengers and wondering idly if you could get the team to do a choreographed dance.

The next reel irked you, though. It was tagged #Avengers but also #AvengersConspiracy #RedGuardian #Communism #WatchOut #AmericaFirst and—oh, God—#DeportRedGuardian. What the hell? There were so many crazies out there, you almost wanted to make a wry joke about Alexei Shostakov being an entirely legal immigrant with a job who saved lives on the regular, but resisted the urge to give the video more engagement.

The video wasn't anything special. Plenty of red-hat tin-hat weirdos thought the idea of a Russian superhero on the official Avengers team—two Russian superheroes, or possibly three if you counted the former Winter Soldier—was preposterous, akin to welcoming Russian communism onto American soil and besmirching the idea of patriotism. Also, they were just plain bigoted against Yelena being queer and Alexei supporting his daughter, and folded all their bigotries into decrying Red Guardian as a Russian agent sent to destabilize America. As if Russia wanted anything to do with him anymore! They'd thrown him into jail to die, and now they saw him as a nuisance.

Still, there was an idea gaining traction in certain Internet corners that Alexei was here illegally and could get deported if enough outcry from everyday Americans was raised about it. And that made you mad as hell. You knew the guy—and liked him a lot, with his easy smile and endless tales of his glory days, his boisterous laughter and corny jokes—and knew he had nowhere else to go in the world. His world was here, as Red Guardian the Avenger, with his daughter. They'd ironed out their differences and worked so well as a team that some people thought they could read each other's minds.

So the conspiracy theories and calls for deportation bothered you more than you let on. Of course, he was entirely in the clear from a legal standpoint, but that didn't mean he wasn't in danger of becoming politicized, another target of culture war bullshit that could literally cost the Avengers the ability to do their job and save lives. Alexei was invaluable to the team; he had decades of experience, pragmatic strategic abilities, and he held the team together with his goofy-ass humor.

Without him, you were sure the bickering and infighting would be much, much worse. Frequently he'd be the one to comfort Yelena after a rough night or a close call with relapsing; he'd be the one to remember holidays and birthdays, decorate the tower with cheap shit for Halloween and Christmas, and generally improve morale at every turn. He had his rougher days too—on the anniversary of Natasha Romanov's death he took the day off to memorialize her with Yelena, and he was moody that whole week—but he shouldered his burdens with the same stubborn strength he brought to the team. Being Red Guardian, a true Avenger alongside Yelena and the others, gave him purpose. You'd hate to see what happened to him if he was ejected from the group.

So, yes, you cared about the team. They were your friends. They included you and Mel Gold, your closest coworker, in the team Secret Santa. (You got an Avengers branded mug from John that changed colors with heat, and gave some nice wool socks to Bob, who always walks around in ratty old socks with holes despite his Avengers paycheck.) They invited you to movie nights (you occasionally documented them for socials, but often just let yourself be off the clock and enjoying time with them.) And once, memorably, you had a pizza night to celebrate the success of their latest mission, which ended in karaoke in the living room and several very drunk Avengers. It was... nice. It was kind of like finding a home you never expected to find, even if it was mostly work-related.

And if you're nursing a roaring crush on the Red Guardian himself, you don't make a big deal out of it. Yelena's protective of her dad, the guy doesn't seem to date, and you don't exactly know the situation with Melina Vostokoff, who to your knowledge was still in Russia. He's a good deal older than you—with his super-soldier healing, you have no idea exactly how much older—and you're pretty sure he wouldn't be interested. He's an incredibly famous, incredibly powerful superhero; you're an intern.

But he's so gorgeous. So tall, so strong, great beard—and so incredibly kind to you: the twinkle in his eye when he opens a door for you, the soft Russian to Yelena when they think no one else is listening. (Not like you can understand.) The practical jokes he plays on John and Bucky. The way he wants to keep everyone happy, and self-deprecates to no end to make sure he's the butt of the joke before anyone else.

It's attractive, and it's distracting, so you swore to yourself you would get this crush under control. It's a little hard when you're always around him though. He sees you struggling to open a jar from the fridge, he takes it from you and opens it with one twist of the wrist. You complain about missing deep dish pizza while he's in earshot, that dinner there's a mysterious delivery from a specialty pizza place.

You shrug it off as something he does for everyone, which is more or less true, but a part of you wishes he returned your growing feelings, even entertaining the possibility when he winks at you across the room after cracking an off-color joke to camera. Eh, if anything, that'll win him more fans. Who doesn't love a dirty joke from a hot guy?

And if it was kind of a turn-on to hear it from his lips and get a playful wink directed at you... well, you pride yourself on not reacting. You're a professional, goddamnit.

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You hear the heavy breathing first, and thinking someone's hurt or in trouble, take the stairs two at a time to the penthouse. You thought you were alone in the tower—at least, you thought Yelena had said something about everyone heading out for a meeting with Captain America aka Sam Wilson—but maybe someone didn't go, or came back early, or there's an intruder. If there's an intruder, you're toast, which doesn't cross your mind until you're already upstairs.

Instead you see no one, nothing out of place, and silence where you swore you heard a man panting and grunting. Maybe you're hearing things. Maybe you need a vacation.

The sound comes again. It takes all of two seconds to realize it's coming from a door left ajar to the adjacent, closed-off living space decked out with couches and a large-screen TV. The team has movie nights there, looking out over the city skyline. You thought no one really went up there unless they were watching TV. So what... what could be happening now?

You tiptoe over—hardly daring to breathe—and peek in through the inch of space left by the barely cracked-open door. Your mouth falls wide open like a comic book character. There's Alexei, turned away from you, lounging on the couch in a tank top and sweatpants, pants pulled down his hips to reveal his hardening cock and heavy balls. He's fisting the massive thing with his giant hand and getting harder as you watch. Oh my god, is all you can possibly think. You've never seen a cock that big out of porn and even then this is giving serious competition. That thing is a monster, and still getting bigger. Was it the super-soldier serum or was he always gargantuan?

It takes a couple seconds of full-on shock for you to realize you really shouldn't be seeing this (even though, oh god, you really want to keep watching, he is so goddamn sexy.) You gasp and step back.

But his super-soldier hearing—damn him!—is just too good. He pauses in his movements, glancing over you way, and says mildly, "If you want to watch, keep watching, little one. Or you could come closer." His lips curl into a shit-eating grin. "You like me, no? Always blushing, little one—you should do a better job at hiding your feelings."

Shame and embarrassment grow deep with in you. That he knows—that you were so awful at hiding it—feels like the highest breach of professionalism and friendship you could possibly imagine.

But it's replaced in an instant, looking at his body, feeling the heat wash over you from his blatant grin and motherfucking massive dick. Throw shame out the window, you are going to take advantage of this moment as if today is the last day you're gonna be alive. (And if you decide to take that dick, maybe that's a worthy cause of death after all.)

You slide through the door, taking a gulp of air at your own boldness. God, to think that you'd ever see Alexei with his pants pulled down, tugging on his cock like this, heat in his darkening eyes. It's the stuff of your wildest fantasies, him getting naked in front of you and just telling you what to do. Making you do it.

"Come, sweet one," he says, gesturing you over. "I don't bite. Unless you ask nicely." The return of that shit-eating grin. God, you might very well not survive this, all his attention focused on you like a fucking laser beam. Is this another one of his superpowers, you think stupidly, striking you dumb when faced with the prospect of seeing him like this? Whatever it is, it's the most powerful drug you've ever felt, brazen heat coursing through you and propelling you forward to the couch where he's sat.

He hasn't paused stroking his cock, now hard and red and leaking a fat droplet of pre-cum. "Was thinking of you," he says conversationally, but there's a dark glint in his eyes, lust written all over his face as he scans your body. "Such a sweet thing, working so hard for us. Teaching us how to talk to camera. And always blushing when I make dirty jokes. You think you're very professional, and you are, but I know you look at me when you think I don't see. Like what you see, huh?" And he swipes his thumb through the pre-cum and resumes stroking his cock, up and down, absolutely hypnotic.

You tear your gaze from his hand working his dick back to his face. It's obliterating, how handsome you find him, and that almost predatory gleam on someone you've only ever known as the perfect gentleman. Makes heat rush straight through you, makes your knees wobble. "I do like you," you say, summoning all your bravery, "and it seems I'm not the only one who's... compromised."

"Compromised," he repeats after you, and sits forward slightly. "Such a business word. I like you a lot. Shall we find out just how much?" On a particularly wicked twist of his wrist, he grunts and more pre-cum leaks out of his cockslit. Your mouth waters. Dear god, you want to get on your knees.

"Come," he says, and pats his meaty thigh. As if in a trance you move forward and settle on him, and his mighty arms come to wrap around you, holding you close. His breath on your cheek, minty and warm.

"All right, little one," he says softly, "you're in charge now. You tell me what you'd like, what you dreamed of. I give to you—anything at all." He shifts to press his dick into you. "Anything you want."

Your breath catches. "Kiss me," you murmur, glancing up into his blue eyes, darkened with greed. He smiles, a gentle loving thing, cradles the back of your neck with his massive hand, and pulls you in for a kiss.

Obliterating, that's the only thing you can think of to describe it. He's so big against you, soft and warm and overwhelming. His tongue so dominating as it delves into you, his wandering hands so big and soft, you could get lost in it—and you do. Groans and whimpers leave your throat and he encourages it, grabbing your ass with one hand and holding your waist with the other. You start to rock mindlessly into his hard cock, and you groan at the same time into each other's mouth, overtaken by the sensation. He's so hard and so eager, lifting his hips to yours, and you let it happen, let the sensations wash over you and fill you and lift you to the point where you think—oh, I think I'm going to come just from rutting. Just from this feeling. And five minutes ago I was thinking someone up here might be hurt or something. Thank god I checked it out.

He groans, a beautiful sound to your ear, and clutches you tight, and says, "I want—to come together, beautiful," biting and licking and sucking your ear. It's such an unexpectedly erotic sensation that you gasp out, fresh heat coursing through you and start coming against his leg. The undulations and the punched-out noises you make seem to drive him crazy. He whispers in Russian to you, bitten-back noises and heavy grunts as he fucks up into you, and through your layers of clothing you feel him spill and soak his sweatpants.

You glance down. Jesus Christ. That's a lot of come. That's a lot of come.

You must look as shocked as you feel, because Alexei chuckles and lifts your chin, kissing you again so sweetly you could cry. "So good," he murmurs, "so perfect. I know you will take me well, when you're ready. You want that, sweet thing? Want me to get you ready?"

The blush on your cheeks and the gasp that escapes your mouth must say it all. You're so far gone for this man, you think you'd let him do anything.

"I take good care of you," Alexei promises, kissing both your cheeks, your forehead, nose, and finally mouth. "My sweet little thing. I think I keep you forever, yes?"

You laugh, finally, breaking your shocked silence. "I would like that," you tell him, and kiss him back fervently. "I would like that a lot."

[apomekhanes]

Hiiiii can I request Alexei x reader fic (or headcanons). Alexei as a sugar daddy please. Thank you :)

oh my god, yes!!!! here are my hot-off-the-press headcanons

(gender-neutral reader; content: mentions of sex, engagement, marriage)

he likes to spoil you—with money, with treats, with looooong steamy makeout sessions. once he figured out how to leverage rewards for you to take care of yourself and the responsibilities you find difficult to motivate yourself to do, this became practically a daily thing.

he's got money—he's an avenger!—and, well, you're a working class new yorker, so of course it turns into a sugar daddy kind of deal. not explicitly, at first, but... you're not gonna say no to expensive gifts from the man you love, especially when he's so pleased to be so fucking generous.

besides, he can't have HIS partner going around town in a beat-up bike and 6-year-old torn-up sneakers. red guardian's baby needs only the best, and he gets a lot of satisfaction out of having you on his arm at official events, decked out in red clothes and jewelry (it's his color, plus it suits you, he tells you—and you blush scarlet.)

...he upgrades your bed and sheets after the first time you have sex on it ends up with the bedframe it broken a dozen ways. "don't google price," he tells you with a dismissive wave of his hand, but you do anyway, and—er, wow, you didn't know beds and sheets could be that expensive...

he takes you out to dinner on his dime, picks you up in a chauffeured car (while he tells you funny stories from his time as a limo driver), and you swear every meal out with him becomes your new favorite food, it's all perfectly tailored to your tastes and preferences. it's kinda like he knows you really well or something (lol.)

when he finally proposes to you, it's with a ring set with a red red ruby. red for red guardian. red for how his heart beats for you. it's a big fucking rock because he wants the world to know that you're his. and boy, you are, every part of you is, and every part of him is yours.

even once married, and living together in a huge suite in avengers tower, he still picks you up in chauffeured cars from your shared place to take on fancy dinner dates, just because he likes to spoil you. your red ring gleams from your finger, and a matching gold band on his ring finger reflects the dizzying lights. (people do like to take paparazzi photos of red guardian and his partner, after all.)

send me requests!

[nonscathingbullets]

What I Want

Alexei x Reader

Alexei knows the perfect way to get rid of your worries.

⚠️Warnings: None that I can think of⚠️

(All Russian is from Google translate! Apologies for any mistakes!)

Fluff

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You heaved a sigh as you rested your chin on your hand, staring at the worn out cabinets in Murray's kitchen from your spot at the table.

You took a sip of your vodka he'd poured for you and cleared your throat softly.

Joyce and Hopper were lounging on the couch, taking a load off from their eventful day.

You just began to notice the sound of an upbeat song drifting through the home.

It was Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham.

Apparently, In the midst of all the quiet, Alexei had taken it upon himself to put on a record.

You were surprised to see him up and dancing around in the living room much to Hopper's protests.

"Is this really what we should be doing right now? Smirnoff!! Hello!!" He yelled, snapping his finger up at Alexei who responded with a childish giggle.

"Hop, chill put for a second. Okay. He's not hurting anymone," Joyce told him as she placed a hand on his shoulder.

He only grumbled more.

You shook your head with a laugh, taking another drink from your glass before feeling the presence of something towering in front of you.

You looked up, seeing Alexei in front of you offering a hand out to you.

"Приходите танцевать со мной. Это действительно весело," he offered with a hopeful look on his face.

You shot him a confused look before turning to Murray for an answer.

"He says you should dance with him. That it'll be fun," Murray responded with a smirk.

Your eyes widened slightly as you placed your attention back on Alexei.

His smile was bright and his eyes held anticipation as he pushed his hand further into your face.

"I dunno... I'm not very good and I'd probably just embarrass myself."

Apparently Alexei had already made up his mind and he took your hand, pulling you up to dance whether you wanted to or not.

A small squeak of surprise escaped you, but you relented, allowing him to guide you to the open space in the living room where he took your other hand and began to dance, swinging you every which way causing a laugh to bellow out of your chest.

You dance along with him the best you could and pretty soon the two have you had gotten into a rhythm with one another, having the absolute time of your lives.

You both smiled as you twirled each other around and laughed when you accidentally tripped over your own feet.

He was quick to catch you and steady you by your hips.

The sudden intimate contact made you blush and look away shyly.

You hadn't even noticed that somebody had changed the song.

The sweet sound of Peter Cetera made it's way to your ears and you looked up at Alexei who was staring down at you with a look that you couldn't quite place.

Without a word, he wrapped one arm fully around your waist and took your hand in his before moving the two of you in time with the music.

You couldn't believe it.

Your hometown was on the brink of it's imminent demise and here you were, slow dancing with the Russian who was partly responsible for attempting to make it worse.

Still, you couldn't help but think of how sweet he'd been to you and how helpful he was in trying to make things right. It was enough to make your heart swell. And if you really had to admit it, he wasn't half bad looking either. You had found yourself developing a weakness for his thick brown curls.

As the song continued, you felt Alexei's hand on your back, gently pushing you to his chest where you rested your head with a deep, contented sigh.

You caught Murray wiggling his eyebrows at the two of you by the record player making you shake your head at him with a small smile on your face.

Suddenly you heard the record scratch then the song came to a sharp halt.

You and Alexei looked over to see Hopper who was now by the record player, pushing Murray to the side and turning it off.

"We're not here to dance, Smirnoff. Where here to get information. Now quit messing around, get your ass on that couch and start talking," Hopper said angrily.

Murray translated his words back to Alexei who then look at Hopper.

"Ладно. Но она останется со мной!" He responded, taking your hand and pulling you onto the couch with him.

"He said that's fine but he's keeping her with him," Murray told Hopper with a giant grin.

Hopper sighed.

"Whatever. Now get to it."

Alexei laughed, now with a devious look on his face.

"Это ещё не всё. Мне нужны два воппера из Burger King и большой вишнёвый слёрпи на двоих."

Hopper looked back at Murray who was trying not to laugh.

"He says not until you get him two burger king whoppers and a large cherry slurpee too uh... share with her," Murray relayed to Hopper who was now seething.

You blushed, looking up at Alexei who winked at you.

"Hop... come on, just get it for him. He's had a rough day. It's the least we can do," Joyce said sweetly.

Hopper grumbled as he grabbed the keys.

"Fine! But when I get back you better spill," he snapped, pointing a finger at Alexei before leaving, slamming the door behind him.

Alexei wrapped an arm around you and leaned back into the couch cushions with a sly smile.

"Ты невероятен,"(You're unbelievable) Murray stated with a chortle.

"Я просто знаю, чего хочу,"(I just know what I want) Alexei replied, beaming down at you.

[nonscathingbullets]

All Is Fair

Alexei x Plus sized!Reader

(All Russian is from Google and Google translate! Apologies for any mistakes!)

Fun and fluff!

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Your brother, Murray, had just handed you and Alexei a big roll of tickets for games and rides at the fair in Hawkins.

"I'm entrusting you with him for the time being sis," he said, ruffling your hair, making you pull away with a grumble. "Ты оставайся с ней и не теряй её из виду. Понятно?" (You, stay with her and don't leave her sight. Understand?) He commanded Alexei who was quick to nod.

"Да, да. Я понимаю," Alexei replied, a bit exhausted from all the demands.

Murray grinned at the both of you.

"Well, you kids have fun!" He beamed before heading off in the direction of the many fried food carts.

Joyce and Hopper ran to find the kids and Murray was insistent on Alexei having a true American experience.

You were completely on board. Might as well have fun before running into the belly of the beast. At least that's how you saw it. Especially where Alexei was concerned.

After spending many hours with the Russian doctor, you couldn't deny certain feelings where begining to develop for him.

From the moment he called Murray a bald American pig to the moment he stuffed his face with fast food and slurpees, you had been struck by an indescribable need to be near him.

Even now, as you took his hands and guided him around the fair, staring up at his chocolate brown eyes and messy curls, your heart throbbed.

You were almost certain he didn't feel the same way. After all, you weren't exactly the supermodel type and you were sure he was used to much more beautiful women in Russia.

Even so, you shook the thought off and focused on the task at hand.

Giving Alexei a true American experience.

"Что нам следует сделать в первую очередь?" (What should we do first?) He asked, looking around at everything with nothing but pure wonder in his eyes.

It was enough to make your heart melt.

"You pick," you offered, nudging him in the arm with your own with a giggle.

You weren't exactly fluent in Russian like your brother, but you knew enough to understand some when Alexei spoke to you.

He looked down at you with a big goofy grin and devious laugh before tugging you towards the Scrambler.

You both got in and adjusted before the ride started, spinning the both of you all over the place at lightning speed.

Alexei yelled in excitement at every spin and turn of the ride.

You jumped, suprised by the speed and grabbed onto Alexei's arm without thinking.

He paused his yelling and looked over at you, letting out a small chuckle.

"Испуганный?"(Scared?)

You blushed, hiding your face in his shoulder.

"N-No!" You stuttered, cursing yourself for not being more brave.

Pretty soon, the ride came to a stop and the both of you got off.

You, less gracefully, nearly stumbling over upon exiting.

After a few more rides something else caught his attention.

The game booths.

"Смотри! Вон там! Пошли!"(Look! There! Come on!) He shouted, pulling you over to a booth where you pop balloons to win a prize.

You gave the man at the booth the tickets for Alexei to play and he began, popping balloon after balloon.

His precision was impeccable.

You looked on with a group of kids who had now formed around him watching the magnificent spectacle.

"One more for the big prize!" The man running the booth announced as he handed Alexei the last dart.

All he had to do was pop one more green balloon and victory would be his.

"You can do it mister!" A little kid had yelled from beside the two of you.

Alexei gave him a big smile and a nod before turning around and lining up the dart with the last balloon.

Everyone got quiet and you held your breath in anticipation as he moved the dart back and forth to get a direct shot.

Finally, he threw the dart and it hit the balloon dead on, popping it and setting off the winning bells.

"Alexei!! You did it!" You squealed.

He Jumped up and down in pure excitement while all the kids cheered.

"Which prize would you like, sir? Any of these from the top," the man asked, pointing a large stick at a whole row of giant plush toys.

Alexei tugged on your sleeve making you look up at him.

"Вы выбираете,"(You choose) He said in almost a whisper with a bright smile on his face that almost stopped your heart.

"Are you sure, Alexei? You're the one who won it."

He nodded, pushing you up to the booth.

"Выберите один,"(Pick one) he encouraged, placing a hand on your back.

Red tinted your cheeks as you looked over the many stuffed animals.

"Uhm..." Suddenly something amazing caught your eye and you knew you had to get it. "That one please," you said, pointing at the giant Woody Woodpecker in the corner.

"Fantastic choice!" The man replied, getting it down with the stick and handing it over to you.

You thanked him and took it before turning toward Alexei and offering it up to him with a smile.

The smile he was previously donning had gotten even wider as he wrapped his arms around you with the plush in between the two of you and spun you around with a laugh.

You let out a squeak as he lifted you of the ground.

"Alexei!" You yelled with a giggle.

He planted you feet back onto the ground and grabbed the Woody Woodpecker out of your hands gently before placing his hand on the side of your face.

"Это потрясающе! Спасибо большое,"(This is amazing! Thank you so much) he spoke softly as he closed the gap between the two of you, kissing you gently.

Your heart was hammering in your ears as you felt his warm lips move against yours.

You felt it all. The electricity, passion and exhilaration.

He pulled away after a few moments and you looked away, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly.

"I thought you wouldn't like me back..." you confessed, nervously.

He looked at you in confusion making you heave a slight chuckle.

"Uhh... me... too chubby. Tолстый," you explained, gesturing to the bit of pudge on your stomach and other parts of your body.

He looked shocked before pulling you back to him and looking you in the eyes.

"Не будь смешным. Ты прекрасен. Beautiful," he stated wholeheartedly as he pulled you into another kiss.

"Getting into trouble are we?" Murray asked, from behind you.

Alexei pulled away, looking in Murray's direction, scared of his reaction.

"Не волнуйся. Я не злюсь. В любом случае, уже пора,"(Don't worry. I'm not mad. it's about time, anyway) Murray added with a hearty chortle.

"О времени?"(About time?) Alexei inquired as if he didn't understand what Murray was driving at.

"Ты шутишь? Я видел, как ты на неё смотришь с тех пор, как появился у меня дома."(Are you kidding me? I've seen the way you've been looking at her since you showed up at my house.)

You raised and eyebrow at your brother who flashed you a shit-eating grin.

"You planned this didn't you?" You questioned in surprise.

"Of course not!" He responded sarcastically. "Anyway, Joyce and Hopper say we gotta go so come on you crazy kids."

Alexei wrapped an arm around you and pulled you snuggly into his side as he kissed your head.

"Красивый,"(Beautiful.) he repeated again to you, walking you back to the car.

[nonscathingbullets]

Let Me Make it Up to You

Alexei x Reader

(All Russian is from Google and Google translate! Apologies if anything is incorrect!)

⚠️Warnings: Spiciness at the end. Part two will be SMUT so MINORS DNI!!!)⚠️

Contains cotton candy levels of fluff

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Part 1/?

The house was completely silent except for the TV that was faintly playing a cartoon in the background.

You were wrapped snuggly in Alexei's warm embrace. His strong arms pressed you against him protectively and you layed your head on his chest listening to the thumps of his heart beat.

"Вам достаточно тепло? Are you warm enough?" He asked in his thick Russian accent.

He had learned English from Murray and was now trying to help you learn Russian by saying something to you in his native tongue then repeating it in English hoping it would stick if he did it enough.

You nodded softly into him, too comfortable to speak which made him chuckle.

He took took it as a sign to just let you relax and tugged you even closer, running one of his hands up and down your back soothingly.

You took a deep breath in and let out a long, contented sigh as you nuzzled your face into his neck.

"Mmm... Alexei..." You murmured softly, in your blessed out state.

"Shh. Не говори. Просто расслабься, милая. No to speak. Just relax, sweetheart," he whispered causing his chest to rumble quietly.

He began playing with your hair, running his fingers through it and brushing over your scalp tenderly, sending shivers down your spine at the feeling.

You did as you were told and soon you had fallen into a sound slumber.

Alexei was content to hold you while you slept as he watched Woody Woodpecker being careful not to laugh too loudly as not to wake you.

After about an hour of rest you woke up to an empty couch.

You bolted upright, your heart pounding in your chest. Alexei was no where in sight.

Your heart quickened all the more as you checked every room and they came up empty.

Your breathing became so ragged you borderlined hyperventilation.

Where the hell was he?

The very worst plagued your mind. That was, until the front door swung open and there he stood with a slusie in his hand and Murray right beside him.

"Oh, hey sleepy head. Murray took me out to get a slurpee. I got the big one so we can sha- wait. Mилая, what is wrong?"

His face switched from happy to concerned as he saw the tears falling from your eyes.

He immediately shoved his slurpee at Murray who took it out of surprise.

"Hey!" Murray protested, confused at the situation.

"Замолчи..." Alexei shot back at him as he headed over to you.

"до́рогая, tell me what is it," he said in a worried tone.

He hastily took you in his arms and you broke down, sobbing into his chest.

"I... I thought... I thought they had gotten you. I woke up and you were gone. I c-couldn't find you and I thought you were dead. I thought they found you," you cried loudly.

Alexei tightened his arms around you, swaying you gently to try and help calm you down.

"Shh shh shh. Nobody got me. I'm right here любимая," he soothed before looking in Murray's direction. "Я же говорил тебе, что нам не следовало уходить, пока она не проснется, идиот,"(I told you we shouldn't have left until she had woken up, idiot) he stated.

"Откуда мне было знать, что она взбесится?"(How was I supposed to know she'd go crazy?) Murray retorted with a shrug, setting Alexei's slurpee on the kitchen table and heading to his office.

Alexei sighed and shook his head.

"Here. Let us sit down. You are shaking," he said softly and he guided you back to the couch. He pushed you off of him slightly, making you look him in they eyes. "I'm sorry, my love. I didn't to mean scare you. I promise to not leave you like that again."

You sniffled as he used his thumbs to wipe away your tears and gave him a nod.

"А теперь иди сюда и позволь мне тебя поцеловать,"(Now come here and let me kiss you) he commanded in a gentle tone before kissing you deeply.

Your whole body surged with electricity as he pressed his lips firmly against yours.

The passion was palpable in the air.

His thumbs continued to glide over your cheeks as he held your face in his warm, strong hands and you slid yourself into his lap, running your hands over his chest, earning a small purr in approval from him.

He pulled away, bringing his lips your your ear and whispered in a husky voice, "Почему бы нам не перенести это в более уединенное место, где я смогу как следует загладить свою вину, hmm?" (Why don't we take this somewhere more private where I can make it up to you properly, hmm?)